Committing acts of literature
I recently rewatched The Haunting of Hill House and The Haunting of Bly Manor, two Netflix TV shows that could arguably be considered gothic. Not that I understand this genre too well. I am only dipping my toes into it, but stories of this genre have certain quirks. The ones I've noticed, anyway—the most obvious… Continue reading Bhool Bhulaiyaa: is it gothic fiction?
I was a wreck the last time I posted on here. I'm still a wreck, but less like the Hindenburg and more like an ancient ruin kept alive by the trees growing in the cracks in its stone. The horrors persist, but so do I. So do we all, I suppose, it's the only way… Continue reading Staying silly in an evil world
Nothing has broken my heart like GenAI. I write hopeful stories. I think this is because I am not a hopeful person. I sometimes mull over the fact that I have not felt a shred of hope for the future since I was fifteen. Deep down, I just don't see how things can ever get… Continue reading Will things ever get better?
I’m almost embarrassed to be writing this post. But I spent all weekend watching Face Off: Inside the NHL, a docuseries about the 2023-2024 NHL season. In the last couple of years, I’ve become a hockey fan, and like all things I get into, it’s become an obsession. I spend an excessive amount of time… Continue reading Writing lessons from an insufferable hockey player
Words are like that, I think, you have to fill up the tank every now and then.
Damini Kane 